Fabian didn't pay attention to what Mari was wearing. He thought she was beautiful and amazing wearing anything--or nothing at all. He turned on the shower, pulling the rest of his clothes off to toss into the laundry basket in the bathroom.
"Sure," he called out as the water warmed up right away. "Pick whichever one you like. Take two, if you need." He knew she had a lot of clothes and things. He wouldn't mind her keeping things here--it'd mean they'd spend less time wandering back and forth to her room.